I'll walk the floor In the Trotter's shake Dancing my dance on the bar room tables The sound of a hundred boots stomping As we do our jigs and sing into the night And drink our pints
Later on we will leave the pub In masses, like an army pouring into the cobblestone streets With the glow that christens the moon Leading us uphill into the countryside You by my side Pale and radiant in shades of falling twilight
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In the Trotter's shake
Dancing my dance on the bar room tables
The sound of a hundred boots stomping
As we do our jigs and sing into the night
And drink our pints
Later on we will leave the pub
In masses, like an army pouring into the cobblestone streets
With the glow that christens the moon
Leading us uphill into the countryside
You by my side
Pale and radiant in shades of falling twilight
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jk.
ily adam.
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